At this moment, Olivia couldn't help but feel her scalp tingle, and she hurriedly continued to chant in her heart.
'Magic mirror, magic mirror, provide pronunciation annotations for all the Sylvan Runes in this poem. Make them as accurate as possible.'
【Pronunciation annotations complete...】
Olivia's reasoning was simple: even if she didn't understand some of the Sylvan Runes, as long as she could vocalize the corresponding sounds, they would still produce the desired effect.
She had learned this from observing Vanessa and the others. Vanessa didn't understand some of the Sylvan Runes used in the barrier rituals, but by memorizing the patterns through rote learning, she could still complete the setup.
If Vanessa could do it, Olivia was certain she could too.
However, when the magic mirror presented the pronunciation annotations, Olivia's lips couldn't help but twitch.
To ensure the poem's pronunciation was sufficiently accurate, the magic mirror had used a wide range of annotations. There were Kelidosian phonetic markings, Chinese characters, and even English, Pinyin, and Latin letters, resulting in a chaotic, jumbled mess.
But she had to admit that some sounds simply didn't exist in certain languages, requiring a mix of various tongues to ensure precision.
Olivia had no time to complain and hurriedly began memorizing the pronunciations.
Besides the pronunciation, there was the melody.
She memorized frantically while dodging attacks. This was a massive ordeal for her; if she was even a second too slow in her memorization, she could end up buried under the strikes of the two statues.
"Sister... Sister Olivia..."
Vanessa, lying in a pool of blood, regained a bit of consciousness. She turned her head toward Olivia, her eyes filled with surprise. She clearly hadn't expected Olivia to hold out for so long under the assault of the two statues.
'We are both Pilgrims, yet I was knocked down by a falling stone from the ceiling. How embarrassing...'
Vanessa's body shifted as she tried to prop herself up to help Olivia, or at least provide some blessing abilities to strengthen her.
But as soon as her hands pressed against the floor, the ground split open like two mouths, swallowing her hands and biting down hard.
The sharp pain turned her face pale, and the strength she had just gathered vanished instantly.
'I can't help. Everything depends on Sister Olivia now. But... can she really do it?'
Vanessa wondered.
Even Ronan, a Sensate, had been defeated. Could Olivia really hold on?
She didn't know. At that moment, she desperately hoped for a miracle.
...
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Collisions were inevitable during her evasion.
Olivia skillfully utilized the Cross Grace in her hands, making the spiritual weapon expand and shrink at will to vary her combat style. This was the reason she had been able to endure for so long.
Each statue attacked from a different side. In Olivia's view, the one with the sword and shield was harder to deal with because it possessed both offense and defense, leaving no openings to exploit.
She could only dodge!
She had to keep dodging!
Olivia continuously swung the Cross Grace. After countless collisions, her hands felt numb, and blood even began to seep from her palms. Her condition was deteriorating.
However, she had managed to memorize the general pronunciation and melody of the theoretical poem.
Though she wasn't proficient and couldn't guarantee there wouldn't be mistakes, she had to try chanting it.
Recalling the content in her mind, Olivia slowly opened her mouth and let out a mysterious, low voice.
She didn't even fully understand the meaning of the poem, but she didn't need to. She only needed the pronunciation—she only needed the poem to echo throughout the exhibition hall.
As Olivia began her chant, the statue launching the fierce assault underwent a change. The one holding the sword and shield suddenly stiffened, and all its movements became sluggish.
In contrast, the statue with the spear remained unaffected. It continued its relentless attack, every thrust of the spear so sharp it seemed capable of piercing through anything in the world, appearing exceptionally terrifying.
'Why isn't that one affected?'
Olivia dodged while chanting, a strange thought surfacing in her mind.
She then noticed that besides the sword and shield statue, everything else brought to 'life' by the Seed of Awakening retained its previous activity and remained unaffected by her poem.
Why was only the sword and shield statue affected?
Olivia retreated rapidly to create distance, then stared intently at the sword and shield statue, lost in thought.
Could it be that the Seed of Awakening was inside this statue?
The more Olivia thought about it, the more likely it seemed. This realization lifted her spirits, and she praised Sister Julia Elliott in her heart.
That nun had managed to develop a poem specifically targeting this forbidden artifact based solely on records of the Seed of Awakening. She was truly a genius!
Olivia chanted the poem—whose meaning she didn't even know—with even greater intensity, letting the mysterious syllables dance through the exhibition hall, causing the sword and shield statue to tremble violently.
Crack! Crack!
Fissures began to appear across the body of the sword and shield statue.
Olivia seized the opportunity. After a series of quick dodges to avoid the spear statue, she rushed toward the sword and shield statue. She swung the Cross Grace and slammed it down hard against the massive stone body.
Boom!
The statue was already covered in cracks. Under Olivia's heavy strike, large sections of it shattered, and chunks of stone fell away.
Despite the attack, the statue made no move to resist; it simply stood there, trembling uncontrollably.
Because Olivia had drawn closer, the chanting was more direct, causing the statue to vibrate even faster.
Olivia took advantage of the opening to land several more heavy blows before dodging to the side to avoid the other statue's pursuit.
She began to circle the sword and shield statue, dodging the spear statue's attacks while continuously striking the weakened one.
Amidst the thunderous collisions, the stone sword fell to the ground, followed by the stone shield with a loud thud. In a short time, the giant statue looked like a piece of porcelain on the verge of shattering, covered in countless cracks.
Bang!
Another heavy strike. This time, Olivia expanded the Cross Grace until it was as large as a door panel. The impact produced an incredibly dull, heavy sound, instantly causing large areas of stone to fly off the statue.
As the stones scattered, the scene inside the statue was revealed to Olivia. There was a small hollow space within, containing only one thing.
It was a black seed with fleshy sprouts growing from it, radiating a foul, evil aura.
This was the uncontrolled-grade forbidden artifact, the Seed of Awakening!
Without a moment's hesitation, Olivia shrank the Cross Grace slightly until it was the size of a normal longsword and thrust it forward with all her might, stabbing it directly into the Seed of Awakening!
Rate on N.U.
